As we gather our accumulated crap for the move I am struck by the “things”. As we move to a bigger house it has become readily apparent that we just need a bigger box for our stuff.

The life of a hoarder.

There is nothing quite as satisfying as that first cup of coffee on a Saturday morning.

That is, especially when it follows a shag.

So, if a corner store is open 24 hours, why is there a lock on the door?

It’s a Friday and we all need a diversion. This will suck away time.

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Ah, I farted.

It’s the beginning of a new day.

When I read motivational posters I wonder. How does the guy who come up with these stay motivated?

Ah right…the dope.